Veterans day, My Dad served
Note not sent To My Dad on Veteran’s Day:
A letter you wrote , I found
in Old Uncle Laurie’s house.
You were young, Seventeen
You wrote of things to come
And your new car.
Nam ate your soul
Stupid war, Johnson’s shout at glory.
Our beautiful hero died too young
The damn war never would’ve come
If Their machine hadn’t killed him.
Answered their call
Voodoos and Jesus nuts
Medic up, man down
Punjis and pissed pants
Wet and rotting stench
You came home. But did you come back?
Copyright © Dan Helppi | Year Posted 2014
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